one of a few shorts i wrote when i was bored.


cleanse

and when i inhale slowly i
can feel my chest swell with
oxygen. relief washes over
me, rinses out my every pore,
scrubs every inch of my regrets.
Freedom, Release, Purity.



Poetry by kaytee
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Written on 2007-10-26 at 02:43

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